Here's The Thing

Come on and ride the train.

I know what I want. I think we all do. But then we let outside influences or people get in the way. Questions like, "What will they say?", "How will I be looked at?", and so forth come rushing into our consciences.


Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.

Age ain't nothing but a number. At this point do two years really mean anything? Apparently so. I know who I am and what I can do and what I can offer. "I'll follow you and make a heaven out of hell, and I'll die by your hand which I love so well." But it appears at present that that isn't good enough. My best isn't good enough. That's life or so I'm told.

Perhaps I once again find myself as Gatsby reaching for the light on the other side. What will it take to be noticed. Should it even take anything?

All is fair in love and war.

Jesus Children of America. You better tell your story fast.

"So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."